My Evil Stepsister
Returns
Chapter Twenty-Four - Another
Day, Another Agony
I was cold cramped and
heartbroken by the time that the lid was finally opened to allow me out of my
torture box. It was my stepmother who had come to my rescue and she
gave me a big hug when I could finally stand. "Sandy and Pam
are still snuggled up to their men so I figured that I would let you get up and
stretch a little before you have to start work.
"Thanks a lot,
Mom. Did anyone tell you what I am expected to wear today?"
Well, since you can't
get into your bedroom I guess you will have to put on what you wore
yesterday. We need to figure out a better system for your clothes
and hygiene. I guess you can use the downstairs bathroom and clean
up in the sink but you need to put your clothes somewhere outside of that bedroom
so that you don't disturb your wife in the mornings.
I straightened my dress
as much as possible and slid it on after I had put on my lingerie. I
walked into the bathroom and did my necessities and then looked in the
mirror. The bruises were perhaps even uglier than they were the
night before and I wished I had some makeup to cover them up with.
Feeling very
self-conscious I went into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee and started
the machine. I asked Mom what I could get her for breakfast but she
declined "I will get something for myself in a little while. Why don't you
start your chores? As I got to the top of the stairs and started
passing my wife's bedroom I looked down and saw a pair of man's boots sitting
just outside the door. I saw a piece of paper sticking out of the
top of one boot and I bent down and pulled it out.
"Before you do
anything else, clean and polish Norm's boots. And I think you know
how I want them cleaned. I left your shoeshine kit on the shelf in
the ironing room. Get it, bring it back and do your work on your
knees right in the hallway where I can see what you are doing should I come out
of the room. And I will be inspecting your tongue to make sure you
did a proper job of cleaning."
I had almost finished
licking both of those boots clean when I heard a moaning sound coming from
inside the room. And then I could hear what sounded like the bed
banging up against the wall. This went on for a long time and
finally I heard my wife scream out in what I figured was ecstasy rather than
agony. "Oh god, that was
so fucking good." Pamela cooed. "I have never cum so hard
in my life. Of course, since I
have been married to pencil dick I haven't cum at all."
Speaking of that he
should be cleaning your boots outside the door. Would you like to
check and make sure he is doing it properly? I did not hear an
answer but shortly the door was pulled open and Norm stood over
me. He was completely naked and his cock still shown with the
moisture from his recent fucking of my wife. "Show me what you
have done so far wimp."
I help up the boots for
his inspection and then he ordered me to stick out my
tongue. "Did you lick the soles clean as well?" He asked
with a sneer for an expression.
"No Sir, not yet
at least."
Pamela was now standing
behind him with her arms around his waist. Well actually one of them
was a little lower than his waist and her fingers were slowly stroking his
naked cock.
"Have you
forgotten how to address a real man already wimp?" she asked.
I thought a little and
then I remembered that Norm had insisted on me calling him
Master. "No Mistress, I should have called him
master. Please forgive me,
Master." I said as I looked at Norm.
"Just make sure
you lick those soles clean before you polish the boots. Right now
your wife has got me hard again and I am going to take her back to your bed and
fuck her until she screams."
It took me, at least, an hour to finish those boots and
for that entire time, I could hear that
headboard hitting the wall. And just as I was setting the finished
boots by the door and starting to leave she fulfilled his prophecy and screamed
at the top of her lungs.
I retrieved the dirty
towels and washcloths from the guest bathroom along with some more of my
stepmother and stepsister's clothes that they had just dropped on the
floor. There was enough to start a load of laundry and so I did
before returning to clean the stool, sink,
and shower. Finally, I went
downstairs to see what I could accomplish in the kitchen only to find all five
of my houseguests along with my wife sitting around the kitchen table drinking
coffee.
"There you are slave," Pamela greeted
me. Sandy tells me that she has put you on a dog food and water
diet. While I am sure it will be good for your girlish figure, I
notice that your water bowl still had water in it. I do not want you
to get dehydrated so get over there and lap up everything in that bowl and then
refill it and lap that up as well."
As I settled to my
knees and bent my head towards the water I noticed that there was a dead fly
floating on the surface. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to
do. Could I rinse out the bowl and refill it."
"What are you
waiting for?" Sandy asked. "Are you so fucking
stupid that you don't even know how to drink water?"
"No Mistress, but
there is a fly in my water."
"So what, a dog
wouldn't mind a little meat in his water. Lap him up."
I did so but I gagged
as I felt it go over my tongue.
"You damned well
better not throw up you fucking pig." Pamela declared. "Now
refill that bowl and let this be a lesson to you. If the bowl, is empty flies won't be landing in
it."
All three men were
roaring with laughter. "He is such a fucking
wimp." Norm declared. "Pam what did you ever
see in this loser?"
"I am not sure
myself after last night. It sure wasn't because of his sexual
prowess. Speaking of that will you be coming by again this
evening?"
"No, I am afraid that I have a wife that expects
me to pay her some attention. I hope my being married doesn't spoil
our relationship?"
"I didn't even
consider that you might be married. Does your wife know about your
extracurricular activities?"
"I see no reason
to tell her. What she doesn't know won't hurt her and frankly having
sex with other women behind her back is far more exciting."
"I don't know how
I feel about that," Pamela began. "I know I must sound
like a hypocrite since I am married and you just gave me the best sex I have
had in five years, but I really never thought of myself as the other woman."
"I really don't
blame you but if you change your mind, I programmed my number into your
phone. Give me a call anytime and I will be glad to come over. In any event, when my boots get really dirty
again can I drop them off for your slave to lick and polish?"
"Oh God, yes and more than likely while you are
here I won't be able to resist that huge cock of yours. Are you sure
you don't have time for one more quickie before you go?"
"Sorry doll, I
have to run. Call me." And he walked out the door.
"It sounds like you
had a wonderful time Pamela." My stepmother observed.
"Oh, my did I ever. That man has the
biggest cock and he really knows how to use it. He is nothing like
the mini-dick I am married to. God, I wish he were
available. I would love to have him in my bed every night."
"Don't worry
dear. There are a lot of men with big cocks that are
available. You will meet two of them this weekend. By the way, what have you planned for
today?"
"Well, Sandy got
about all the clothes that we need for our trip. I thought I might
go into town and have a spa treatment. I really want to look my very
best for the guys. Maybe I will even get a bikini wax. How do
you think I would look with a shaped and trimmed pussy, slave?"
"You will look
absolutely gorgeous," I told her.
"Mom how about you
and Sandy joining me, my treat?"
"It sounds like a
good idea to me, what about you Sandra?"
"Sure why
not. Have you got enough work to keep shitface busy while we are
gone?"
"Sure there is
always work to do. For starters,
he can strip both beds and launder the sheets and pillowcases. I
know mine are full of body fluids. Norm wouldn't let me get out of
bed after he fucked me so all his cum dribbled out onto the lower
sheet. And my God can that man cum."
"Yeah well his friend
wasn't too bad in that department either. While you are doing
washing I have a whole weeks worth of soiled panties. I want you to
hand wash them like I taught you before you ran away from home. I
won't be here to stop you from sniffing the crotches so I imagine you will
enjoy yourself. How about you mom? Did you save your
soiled panties for him like we discussed?"
"Yes, but I feel a
little self-conscious about Jane washing my dirty underwear."
"No need to worry
about that. Tell her how you used to pick her panties out of the
hamper and sniff the crotches, Jane. And don't you dare lie."
I hung my head but I
managed to tell the truth.
"My God, is there
no end to your perversions you fucking loser?" My wife
spit. "Well, what the
hell, as long as you are going on a panty sniffing expedition you might as well
include mine. In fact, the
pair I am wearing right now is probably covered with Norm's cum so before you
wash it I want you to lick the crotch clean. You might as well get
used to the taste of cum because you are going to be eating a lot of
it." And she slid her panties down her legs and tossed them to me.
I could not help myself
I had to spread the nylon out and look at the crotch and sure enough, it was crusted with white
material.
"Do you like what
you see?" Pam asked me. "Hold them up to your nose and
take a good whiff."
When I obeyed and
actually let out a little sigh she ordered me to lick them clean and then hold
them up for her to inspect.
"Now get the fuck
out of my face loser. You better not be slacking off while we are
gone or you will get 25 strokes of the cane Dr. Marks loaned me."
As I was walking out of
the room, I heard Sandy ask my wife if she knew where a pet shop might be
located nearby. "There is
something I want to pick up as a special surprise for our slave."
I figured it was
probably a chew toy or some other dog item that she could humiliate me with but
I found out later it was much worse.
I slaved away for the
entire day only taking a short break to drink another bowl of water and to
relieve myself in the bathroom. I finally finished with laundering
and replacing all the bedding, cleaning all three bathrooms and vacuuming all
the carpets upstairs and down. It was
past eight o'clock in the evening when I heard the front door open and
three very exuberant women enter the house. I made my way downstairs
and asked them if they wanted me to fix something for them to eat.
"No, we stopped
off at the most expensive restaurant in town and gorged ourselves," Pam stated. "Have you eaten
yet."
I had completely
forgotten that I was supposed to eat a can of dog food. I wanted to
lie and tell them I had but I knew that Sandy would count the
cans. If I were going to go on a hunger strike I would have to be
sneakier than that. I would have to empty the can while she was gone
and leave the opened can in the garbage.
"No ma'am I got busy and forgot all about
eating."
"Good because I
want to watch you eat your dog food. That picture that Sandy showed
us last night was hilarious, don't you think so mom?"
"It was funny
alright dear but poor Jane looked so forlorn with that dog food all over her
face."
"Poor Jane is
lucky she gets anything to eat,"
Sandy says. "Aren't you grateful I was so thoughtful and got
good dog food for you Fido? Come on and give me a little woof to
show how happy you are."
I figured I might as
well play along so I let out a couple of woof,
woofs as I got the can of dog food out of the cupboard and filled my
bowl. I then filled my water dish as well and settled down to my
meal. I was getting a little better at keeping my face out of the
food as I picked out the larger junks with my teeth. Only when I was
down to just the broth in the bottom did I have to get my face into it in order
to lick the bowl clean.
Once again Sandy
insisted in taking pictures not only when I was finished but as I was licking
the bowl as well. "By the way,
I posted the ones from last night to your Facebook
page and I will be sending these as well. I am so happy I made you
give me your username and password."
I thought about all the
people who I had befriended including most of my high school class and I wanted
to die at that moment.
When the women finished
laughing they went into the living room. "After you finish
washing your face you can come in and give us all a foot massage. We
have been walking all day long and I don't know about Sandy or Mom but my feet
really need attention."
I finally walked into
the living room and Pam and Linda were sitting side-side on the sofa and
sharing the footstool. They had removed their nylons so their feet were bare and waiting for me to
start to work. I saw Sandy over by my trunk and I wondered what she
was doing but I was sure it was something sinister and later I was proved
right.
"Do Mom's first slave," Pam ordered,
So I settled to my
knees and reached out with both hands and took my stepmothers left in them
both. I began massaging at the heel and was immediately rewarded by
hearing a low moan escape her lips. "How does that feel mom?"
I asked her.
"Wonderful but my
foot is so dry it pulls a little. Do we have any lotion you could
use?"
"Don't worry about
lotion," Pam
said. "Slave lick the bottom of her feet with your tongue and
get them nice and wet with your saliva. And keep repeating it until
you have covered every inch of her feet and toes."
I looked at the sole of
the foot I held and knew that at some point she had been walking barefoot as it
was dark as mud. Regardless I bent my head and started licking her
foot trying to get as much dirt and grime off of it as I could. When
it was wet I began massaging it and I could feel dirt begin rolling into little
balls beneath my thumbs. So I again licked the full length of her
foot and repeated the massaging motion. It took a long time but eventually
her feet were as pink as they could be and I am sure my tongue was as black as
mud. She thanked me and I moved on to my wife's feet.
Once again I found that
they were also extremely dirty and I wondered where they had been walking that
would have gotten that much grime onto them. Pam saw me staring at
her soles and she chuckled. "You are wondering why our feet are so
filthy aren't you? I should really gross you out and tell you we
visited a horse farm and walked through the stable barefoot but actually, we just took a walk in the
park. Of course, there is a
possibility we might have stepped in something really gross there as
well. But it is too late now, get to licking and pay particular
attention to the areas between my toes."
Sandy finally quit
fiddling with my trunk and came over and sat down. When I finished
with Pam's feet I asked Sandy if she wanted me to do hers as well.
"No, not tonight,
I am going to go upstairs and take a nice hot bath as soon as I get you settled
in for the night. So get out of your clothes and get into your
trunk. As I neared the trunk I heard Sandy slap a stick against the
metal real loud and I could not figure out why she did that. I
looked inside the trunk and saw that she had installed a raised platform and that
in various places the points of nails stuck through and I knew they would be
very painful as I lay on top of them.
"Before you get
into the trunk I need to tie your hands behind your back tonight. I
don't want anything to get hurt with your hands-free."
I had no idea what that
meant but I put my hands behind my back and allowed her to tie them
together. Then she helped me into the trunk and held my elbow so
that I could get down on my knees and then onto my side. Once again
I curled up into a ball so that I could fit inside and she closed the
lid. I heard her close the hasp and I thought I heard something else
but I could not quite make out what it was.
"I know you get
lonely in there so I got something to keep you
company tonight. I hope you aren't afraid of
snakes." And I could hear all three women roaring with
laughter. When that died down I could clearly hear a hissing noise
coming from somewhere inside the trunk and then I began screaming as I could
feel several snakes begin crawling on various parts of my body. When
one curled up on my cheek I fainted from fright. That might have
been the only thing that kept me from dying of a heart attack that night.
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